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I am haunted by the ghosts of the past
Things left undone and things forgotten
They cling and grasp at my heels.
Slowly climbing up my legs and pinning me to the ground
They worm their way up my back engulfing me with their pain.
My mind and heart are left for last.
They take their time worming inton them. 
Leaving nothing untouched by their pain.
My vision is clouded by their lens.
Believing what I see is the truth I sprial down into dispair.

I see my goal not far off,
but just hang my head in defeat,
knowing I will never cross that finish line.
Which furthers the goals of the ghosts.
They want me to remain in the graveyard with them.
It is company they seek,
and they are hungry.
They will never be saited.

Not all is dark,
My Soul untouched by the pain.
Whispers not all is lost.
Eventually their pain and influence recedes
My heart and mind are freed.
I slowly stand and start walking again.

I always stand back up, always
but the ghosts whisper to me,

"How long can you keep standing up?
We will always nip at your heels,
till your death bed.
In every moment of weakness we will take over.
The one weapon you could use you will never have.
We will win, maybe not today or tommorrow.
But someday."

The only speak lies and falsehood,
except for one bit.
I do not lack the one weapon do defeat them.
It is a sword strong and powerful.
But a sword without sheath is dull, dirty and ineffective.
So you see they were partially right. 
I lack the one weapon in a sense that it is broken.

But I will not give up.
I will trudge on through the rain, snow and blistering heat.
I know not how this will end.
Will it end as they say,
Or will it end as I reach my goal.
Only time will tell.
Till then I am a swordsmen with no purpose,
dragging his weapon behind him,
No strength to lift it.